short-writing-assignment-
short-writing-assignment-
Short Analysis of selected poem or article of about 1 ½ pages. Take any of the poems that I have selected for this unit or the article in this unit and write a 1 ½ page paper that explores an issue that you see in the text you selected. Make sure that you are exploring the issue from a perspective that enables you to effectively explore the issue. Just focus on the issue as you see it. Make sure you use some quotes for support. Follow MLA rules and include a work cited.
I WILL INCLUDE SAMPLE ANALYSIS
Sex Without Love by Sharon Olds
How do they do it, the ones who make love without love? Beautiful as dancers, gliding over each other like ice-skaters over the ice, fingers hooked inside each other’s bodies, faces red as steak, wine, wet as the children at birth whose mothers are going to give them away. How do they come to the come to the come to the God come to the still waters, and not love the one who came there with them, light rising slowly as steam off their joined skin? These are the true religious, the purists, the pros, the ones who will not accept a false Messiah, love the priest instead of the God. They do not mistake the lover for their own pleasure, they are like great runners: they know they are alone with the road surface, the cold, the wind, the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardiovascular health–just factors, like the partner in the bed, and not the truth, which is the single body alone in the universe against its own best time.
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church – BY EMILY DICKINSON
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church – I keep it, staying at Home – With a Bobolink for a Chorister – And an Orchard, for a Dome – Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice – I, just wear my Wings – And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton – sings.
God preaches, a noted Clergyman – And the sermon is never long, So instead of getting to Heaven, at last – I’m going, all along. Emily Dickinson Tell all the truth but tell it slant, Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased With explanation kind, The truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind. Emily Dickinson ‘Wild Nights! Wild Nights!’ Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds To a heart in port, — Done with the compass, Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden! Ah! the sea! Might I but moor To-night in Thee!
